October 7, Mariampol, and Me: Living in the Shadow of Trauma
On October 7, 8, and 9, I mostly sat in front of the television. In my pajamas. Safe in my suburban American home, the horrific images were painful to watch. Still, I couldn’t move. I needed to bear witness, to see so that I could tell. And throughout those three agonizing days, I couldn’t shake a
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